"Feist, Raymond E - The Riftwar Legacy 01 - Krondor- The Betrayal" - читать интересную книгу автора (Feist Raymond E)

'I am Gorath, Chieftain of the Ardanien. "

Locklear studied Gorath. By human standards he looked young, but
Locklear had been around enough elves and seen enough moredhel to know
that was deceiving. This one had a beard streaked with white and grey,
as well as a few lines around his eyes; Locklear guessed he might be
better than two hundred years old by what he had seen among elvenkind.
Gorath wore armour that was well crafted and a cloak of especially fine
weave;

Locklear judged it possible he was exactly what he said he was. 'What
does a moredhel chieftain speak of to a prince of the

Kingdom? " 'My words are for Prince Arutha alone. "

Locklear said, 'If you don't want to spend what remains of your life in
the Baron's dungeon at Tyr-Sog, you had better say something that will
convince me to take you to Krondor. "

The moredhel looked a long time at Locklear, then motioned for him to
come closer. Keeping his hand upon a dagger in his belt, should the dark
elf try something, he leaned close to his horse's neck, so he could put
his face near Gorath's.

Gorath whispered in Locklear's ear. 'Murmandamus lives. "

Locklear leaned back and was silent a moment, then he turned his horse.
'Sergeant Bales!" 'Sir!"returned the old veteran, answering Locklear's
commanding tone of voice with a note of respect. 'Put this prisoner in
chains. We return to Tyr-Sog, now. And no one is to speak with him
without my leave. " 'Sir!"repeated the sergeant, motioning to two of his
men to hurry forward and do as ordered.

Locklear leaned over his horse's neck again and said, 'You may be lying
to stay alive, Gorath, or you may have some dreadful message

for Prince Arutha. It matters not to me, for either way I return to

Krondor, starting first thing in the morning. "

The dark elf said nothing, content to stand stoically as he was disarmed
by two soldiers. He remained silent as manacles were fastened around his
wrists, linked by a short span of heavy chain.

He held his hands before him a moment after the manacles were locked,
then slowly lowered them. He looked at Locklear, then turned and began
walking toward Tyr-Sog, without waiting for his guards' leave.

Locklear motioned for the sergeant to follow, and rode up to walk his
horse next to Gorath, through the worsening weather.